Post by sh17 on May 19, 2010 17:16:52 GMT -6
The scene opens with Vincent Matthews standing in front of the Alamo in the middle of the afternoon. People are filing around in the warm Texas sun, taking pictures and talking about the historic edifice in front of them. The sun beats down on the crowd, and reflects off Matthews' sunglasses.
VINCENT MATTHEWS
In a few days time, I will make my much anticipated return to in ring competition in SNW. My re-debut will happen at the place where one year ago people truly began to learn who I am, 4 Up. However, I can assure anyone who thinks that this person speaking directly at you right now is nowhere close to the same person that elevated himself into the upper echelons of SNW that fateful night in Austin.
Back then, I went by the horribly tragic name of Vin Sin. I was ashamed of my own true identity, so I was hiding behind some sort of crafted pseudonym because I felt inadequate with myself. 4 Up happened, and I found myself mere centimeters from walking out of the arena that night with my first SNW title and a career bullet point that would be cemented in SNW history until the end of time. Alas, that was not the case. My moment in the sun was not to be, at that time. After that night, something in me changed. I began to re-think everything I knew about myself, and then I realized that Vin Sin was not Vincent Matthews. He was some sort of puppet, and Matthews was pulling the strings. So a few weeks later, Vin Sin was dead, buried, and missed nevermore. Once Vincent Matthews stepped in, everything went right. I quickly launched myself back into the main event, and soon I became the torch bearer of this company. I was the Texas Champion, surviving a Hellish Three Way Dance to procure the belt for my waist. I was on top of the world, as I struck down every challenge that came my way.
And then Wrestlestock happened. In what will no doubt be a top five match of my career, I was injured, defeated, and my precious title was lifted from around my waist and placed on the body of someone I can not stand. As I lay on the mat, bleeding and hurting, I felt like I had been ripped into shreds. I had never been so low, like a shotgun had been planted right in my stomach and the trigger pulled. I got to the hospital that night, and was told my ankle was fractured, and my return to the ring was not able to be determined. The night just kept getting better and better. I had essentially fallen to the bottom in that night. However, it was that night that I had a moment of clarity. I lay in that hospital bed, with my ankle wrapped up, and something hit me. I had become something that I never wanted to be apart of: a group. I had built up this great stable of talent, but after Wrestlestock I realize I didn't get in this business to lead others. I got into this business to become a superstar, and to be out for myself. I wasn't being me, and that was costing me my legacy.
So it's time for changes, and those changes were made behind the scenes but I reveal them to the world now. Insurgence is dead, it no longer exists. Marcus Ryan and Samuel Hale are still friends of mine, but they are no longer associated with me when it comes to the business of pro wrestling. They are on their own, and since I've taught them I am sure they will do well. Myke Rhines is no longer my manager. His behavior in my absence has quite frankly been a disgrace, and I no longer want anything to do with him. I am on my own, out to re-blaze my own trail and out to regain what is mine. I have to do it alone, because this is now my journey and no one else's.
However fitting that I am standing in front of the Alamo, the cradle of Texas liberty and the place where a group of overmanned, outgunned, and underdog soldiers held off the gargantuan Mexican army for roughly a fortnight. Because not unlike the Alamo soldiers, I will be facing people who have no intention of letting me leave the victor. They will do whatever they can to bruise, batter, and annihilate me in order to try and keep me down. The only problem is, ladies and gentlemen, that you are going to be facing a new person all together. Gone is the leader of Insurgence, who is interested in controlling the entire company using other people. It's all in, and it's all for me. Call it selfish, greedy, and self-serving and you're probably right. Vincent Matthews is now the Lone Warrior, only out for himself and himself alone. I will not be deterred, because I've got a tall mountain to scale and my patience for this journey is waning. When 4 Up comes, I will be apart of a 16 person group who wants to claim victory and become the new Bad Blood Champion. When 4 Up ends, I will stand in the ring alone with belt in hand and some of my glory restored. Don't believe me, well sit back and watch. It will be quite a show, but the ending will be the same as it was before my ankle was injured and my title was taken. With me on top, as it should be.
VINCENT MATTHEWS
In a few days time, I will make my much anticipated return to in ring competition in SNW. My re-debut will happen at the place where one year ago people truly began to learn who I am, 4 Up. However, I can assure anyone who thinks that this person speaking directly at you right now is nowhere close to the same person that elevated himself into the upper echelons of SNW that fateful night in Austin.
Back then, I went by the horribly tragic name of Vin Sin. I was ashamed of my own true identity, so I was hiding behind some sort of crafted pseudonym because I felt inadequate with myself. 4 Up happened, and I found myself mere centimeters from walking out of the arena that night with my first SNW title and a career bullet point that would be cemented in SNW history until the end of time. Alas, that was not the case. My moment in the sun was not to be, at that time. After that night, something in me changed. I began to re-think everything I knew about myself, and then I realized that Vin Sin was not Vincent Matthews. He was some sort of puppet, and Matthews was pulling the strings. So a few weeks later, Vin Sin was dead, buried, and missed nevermore. Once Vincent Matthews stepped in, everything went right. I quickly launched myself back into the main event, and soon I became the torch bearer of this company. I was the Texas Champion, surviving a Hellish Three Way Dance to procure the belt for my waist. I was on top of the world, as I struck down every challenge that came my way.
And then Wrestlestock happened. In what will no doubt be a top five match of my career, I was injured, defeated, and my precious title was lifted from around my waist and placed on the body of someone I can not stand. As I lay on the mat, bleeding and hurting, I felt like I had been ripped into shreds. I had never been so low, like a shotgun had been planted right in my stomach and the trigger pulled. I got to the hospital that night, and was told my ankle was fractured, and my return to the ring was not able to be determined. The night just kept getting better and better. I had essentially fallen to the bottom in that night. However, it was that night that I had a moment of clarity. I lay in that hospital bed, with my ankle wrapped up, and something hit me. I had become something that I never wanted to be apart of: a group. I had built up this great stable of talent, but after Wrestlestock I realize I didn't get in this business to lead others. I got into this business to become a superstar, and to be out for myself. I wasn't being me, and that was costing me my legacy.
So it's time for changes, and those changes were made behind the scenes but I reveal them to the world now. Insurgence is dead, it no longer exists. Marcus Ryan and Samuel Hale are still friends of mine, but they are no longer associated with me when it comes to the business of pro wrestling. They are on their own, and since I've taught them I am sure they will do well. Myke Rhines is no longer my manager. His behavior in my absence has quite frankly been a disgrace, and I no longer want anything to do with him. I am on my own, out to re-blaze my own trail and out to regain what is mine. I have to do it alone, because this is now my journey and no one else's.
However fitting that I am standing in front of the Alamo, the cradle of Texas liberty and the place where a group of overmanned, outgunned, and underdog soldiers held off the gargantuan Mexican army for roughly a fortnight. Because not unlike the Alamo soldiers, I will be facing people who have no intention of letting me leave the victor. They will do whatever they can to bruise, batter, and annihilate me in order to try and keep me down. The only problem is, ladies and gentlemen, that you are going to be facing a new person all together. Gone is the leader of Insurgence, who is interested in controlling the entire company using other people. It's all in, and it's all for me. Call it selfish, greedy, and self-serving and you're probably right. Vincent Matthews is now the Lone Warrior, only out for himself and himself alone. I will not be deterred, because I've got a tall mountain to scale and my patience for this journey is waning. When 4 Up comes, I will be apart of a 16 person group who wants to claim victory and become the new Bad Blood Champion. When 4 Up ends, I will stand in the ring alone with belt in hand and some of my glory restored. Don't believe me, well sit back and watch. It will be quite a show, but the ending will be the same as it was before my ankle was injured and my title was taken. With me on top, as it should be.